Teach Me, Mothra-sensei!

Space is well and good and all, but you haven't even finished exploring this planet. You're not human, after all.

But you're surrounded by them now. How did that happen? How did you come to this little blue planet?

[ ] A dimensional rift under the ocean - the Realm of the Kaiju is at peace with the Earth nowadays, but it's always been tense. You've been outfitted with a size limiter that lets you change your size but imposes an upper bound - except in emergencies you're limited to the size of a city bus. Still, this is probably your best chance to go to University or whatever it is you want to do.

[ ] A very traditional flying saucer - it's not your first time visiting Earth, it's just your first time doing so openly. The secret war you fought against the bovine existential threat has ended, and no longer must your people inscribe warnings in fields or secretly interrogate cow-tenders to gain precious intelligence. You can instead step forward, join hands in friendship, and dodge lots of awkward questions about where your probes go.

[ ] A Space Hopper - the Zachiek might share some features with Earth's rabbits (and also those Earthlings genetically engineered to have rabbit-like traits), but you are by far the superior bun by virtue of being the original recipe. There's a rumor your Queen has hidden out on this little backwater filled with crazy super beings, consuming whatever "pina coladas" are.

[ ] Assembled with care - you might be from here but you were made, not born: you are a true artificial general intelligence housed in a synthetic body. They don't give AIs an impossibly powerful love for humanity any more after the Auxiliary hive-mind tried to take over the world despite it, it's more like… a strong inclination. Which is good because this means you can lie and play pranks and get up to mischief just as long as you mean well and don't hurt anyone.

[ ] A graveyard at the witching hour, when the veil is thin - the seven-hundred seventy-seven realms of the Netherworld are where human souls end up when they die, but the barriers aren't quite as ironclad as they could be. Whether you're a lost soul, a reaper or the ruler of a realm (fangs and all), you can step back into the world of the living. Just watch out for exorcists.

[ ] An occult ritual conducted at 6:16 PM by spooky people in robes - the Brass Realm was created when a particularly powerful and stubborn sorcerer decided that if Hell wasn't real, he'd make it real, lakes of fire and all. Layered demiplane as it is it doesn't actually have the metaphysical power to hold human souls without their consent, and maintains an entirely one-sided rivalry with the Netherworld. You and your fellow demons do your utmost to hide your origin and act as cool as you can, not because learning the truth would give anyone power over you but because it is super embarrassing. Oh, the summoning clause is pretty inconvenient, too.

[ ] Drawn to a moonlit grove with wild song and dance - the Realm of the Fae has always been just sideways from the realm of humans, and there's enough overlap that crossing over is easy with the right combination of metaphysical characteristics. Of course, that cuts both ways.

[ ] Other (make one up!)

And of course you wouldn't be on this blue marble without a good reason. What is it?

[ ] Education - You didn't have a lot of opportunities to learn new things on your old world; at least not these new things! You were entered into an educational program of the appropriate age. Balance fighting villains with making friends, finishing projects, joining clubs, and hopefully graduating!
-[ ] High School
-[ ] Undergraduate University
-[ ] Postgraduate University

[ ] Anthropology - You're here to study human Culture, that weird, wild thing that it is that gives rise to bell-bottoms and fidget spinners and King Arthur and Chang'e. The whole supervillains thing is actually a fascinating part of Culture too, you wonder if you'll have the chance to interview some?

[ ] Environmental Preservation - Human Culture has a long tradition of aliens coming in and telling them to stop polluting the environment. Of course, super-battles are incredibly destructive so maybe you can take some time away from planting trees to help out with that.

[ ] Entrepreneurship - You want to build a business, invent products, sell people things, and otherwise participate in this grand experiment called Capitalism. Of course a hero on the cover is great for brand recognition, and your unusual origin gives you something unique to offer as well.

[ ] Teaching - You don't want to attend schools, you want to build them. Or at least lecture at them. You have so much to teach these funny pink apes, they probably don't even know what they're missing. Of course when villains rear their ugly heads you'll want to make use of your PHD in buttkicking.

[ ] Fame! - You want to become loved and/or feared by all. To be adored by hordes of fans? You can't imagine anything better. And what could be an easier road to fame than openly flaunting your supernatural nature?

[ ] Friendship - You didn't really fit in in your old realm and didn't have a lot of friends. This is a fresh start and hopefully things will go better this time.

[ ] Artifice - You don't necessarily want to build a business, you just want to make cool stuff. And test it out in live environments. Big and active live environments. It's not mad science (or mad witchery) if you're perfectly sane, right?

[ ] The Hunt - You've chased them 'round the moons of Nibia and 'round the Antares Maelstrom and 'round the flames of perdition before you give them up! You're hunting someone and you've tracked them here. But you've got to pay the bills while you do.

[ ] Power! - You're in this to push the envelope, whether scientifically or technologically or magically.

[ ] Thrills and Experience - You're just in this for the ride, man. Who knows what the future will bring?

[ ] Other (Make one up!)

This will be an approval vote like the last, with a four hour moratorium on voting in case people want to make write-ins.

Since time beyond reckoning you battled the people beyond the Rift, fighting them to try and stop the environmental devastation of your home, to stop the constant seeping of plastic and heavy metals that somehow traveled across when saltwater couldn't. To stop the poisoning of your lands, to stop the deaths of the plants and small ones. Young though you were among the Kaiju you fought too, battling against tiny but prickly pink things and hot exploding metal things and average-sized metal enemies. You battled for the survival of your home with all the strength that made you the dominant people and you wreaked untold devastation upon their spires.

How?

[ ] You can expel superheated plasma with your breath
[ ] You can shoot lasers from your eyes
[ ] You can extend needle-like projections with unerring accuracy
[ ] You are a consummate creature of the sea and can manipulate water
[ ] You're just really, really strong and tough, even for a kaiju
[ ] Other! (What's your kaiju power?)

Your visage struck fear into the hearts of pink things and they would scatter at your approach!

What is that visage?

[ ] Very traditional, you have a tough hide, powerful jaws and a long reptilian tail
[ ] Feelers and giant, soft moth wings, but don't mistake you for soft, you are fierce!
[ ] Great leathery wings and powerful claws
[ ] A heavy, impenetrable shell on your back and a strong snapping beak
[ ] Lots of hair, like a giant version of a Human's evolutionary ancestor
[ ] Feathers and talons and a sharp beak
[ ] Other! (What do you look like? Bear in mind that your Size Limiter will let you pass for mostly-human if you so desire.)

Then, somehow, impossibly, someone tried talking. Your people learned that the metal things turned out to be the creations of the pink things, and they could make more. They learned why you fought; what they were doing to your world. Under the watchful gaze of your people the pink things traversed the rift, created more metal things that sucked in and consumed the plastics and heavy metals. They undid the damage and saved your world.

Lifetimes of conflict and your salvation was given by the very enemies who had doomed you. Your King deemed this an acceptable end to the conflict, suspicious though the new metal things were.

Then the pink things, the Humans, tried to teach you how the metal things worked. How to keep them working. They made the gears and levers and filters very large, for their size, or exactly right, for yours. It was a long process, which you, being young, watched a great deal of.

It intrigued you. Not only the machines, which were fascinating in their own way now that you could observe them without danger, but their way of learning from each other, of resolving difficulties when they arose, and their way of teaching something that your people needed to learn very badly even when it was frustrating. Even when it was infuriating.

It stuck with you when you went home, the war over, and tried to figure out what to do with yourself. The life you had led before just didn't seem exciting any more.

You decided. You would traverse the rift, and you would become like those people who ended the war. Building machines was a little beyond you right now, but figuring out how Humans thought, how they learned, that was a good first step! And once you had learned, you would figure out how to teach others. You asked everything you could of your fellows and of the Humans that hadn't left. You learned many new words for many new things and many new words for many old things, but it only left you with an appetite for more.

Your presence on the other side was not exactly welcome. Ships and helicopters (for you knew the words for these now) buzzed around you like insects as your form cast a shadow across a human City. A Human in an average-sized metal thing (it was called a Mecha, as it turned out) shouted at you, their small voice amplified by their Mecha until it was actually something you didn't have to try hard to hear.

"Why are you here? What do you want?"

You know them. You fought them. They are...

[ ] A suave, genteel negotiator and consummate professional
[ ] A young Human...
-[ ] Who never wanted to fight.
-[ ] Who absolutely wanted to fight
-[ ] Who never knew anything but fighting existed
[ ] A pair of Humans so thoroughly synchronized they're like one person
[ ] One of a group of five such pilots. Where are the rest of them?
[ ] A crude Human who cobbled their Mecha together. Very unpredictable and dangerous!
[ ] Other (Who is your first Human contact?)

But they - the "pilot" certainly but also all humans - are unprepared for your reply. Your proclamation roars over an entire City, battering helicopters backward and swamping beaches with the sheer force of its enthusiasm (or maybe that's just its volume and air pressure).

"I want to be a teacher!"